"Nice Muu Muu, Mrs. Johnson"

My sister offered me $20.00 to put on the muu muu and go outside where the rest of the family was. She recanted on that offer when I started to put it on. So she put it on herself. And went outside. I snapped her photo and said "you do know where this is going, right?" She answered, "straight to the internet!" She knows me well.

Here is my sister in all her glory, wearing the muu muu. (Big Brother couldn't help himself - he had to be included, I guess.)

The Muu Muu...

It's classy!

It's sassy!

It's the Muu Muu!

(And out of respect for our mom's "old lady" act, I won't tell where we got the muu muu.) (Oops, I guess I just did.) (Hehehe.)

(Also, if anyone doesn't get the reference in the title, I suggest you go rent all the Ernest P. Worrell videos you can get your hands on and prepare to laugh yourself silly. Good ol' Ernest provided hours of family fun for us when we were kids. Jim Varney was an acting genius. KnowhutImean, Vern?)

Good fashion runs in the family

I snapped this first photo earlier this evening. Boots and baseball? I don't know, either.


What I do know is that he comes by it honestly. These next photos were taken in 1981 and 1980, respectively.

Boots...


And baseball...

Obviously, I was a fashion icon. I wish I could find my copy of the photo of me with Bo Derek braids.

Links I Have Been Enjoying...

So a man uses gun as a backscratcher and, well, you can guess what happens next. Only in Texas, right?

Did you know that Chuck Norris has a regular column on Townhall.com? It's worth checking out!

Here’s a fun idea called Think-ets for keeping children busy. I’m thinking summer traveling would be a perfect chance to give one of these a try!

Have you been over to Me and My Girl lately? There are tons of fun crafty ideas for moms and daughters to do together! We’re seriously itching to try out the table and chairs decorated with scrapbooking paper!

Go check out The Knack, a new website from Michael’s craft stores.

**UPDATED!** Let's all give a collective "WHEW"

I am officially finished with school for the semester! I took my last final exam yesterday. During this week, I got caught up on the housework (called "avoidance," see previous post), so today, when I sat down at my computer, I had nothing to do. I thought "Hmm, maybe I'll read a book." So I sat down with my copy of "The Complete Works of Jane Austen" and got through the first few pages of "Sense and Sensibility" before I started nodding off and decided I'd much rather watch the movie. So I did.

To recap... today, I watched a movie, washed a few dishes and prepared dinner. Exciting, I know. Tomorrow is jam-packed, though, with a girls only lunch with my mom, sister, and my daughter, and then my oldest son is playing in two back-to-back baseball games. I just might need that nap by tomorrow evening! (Let's also hope I don't forget to slather on the SPF 50 this time.)

UPDATED on Monday, May 12 - Final grades: I got an A and a B!

It's called "avoidance"

Well, it's finals week again, and for those of us taking online classes who have been given until Friday to take the final exam, that means we still haven't taken the exam and keep coming up with other, more important things to do, like vacuum out the car, rearrange the DVDs, or watch three episodes of Battlestar Galactica in one day until we wake up and realize it's Thursday and maybe, just maybe, we ought to crack a book.

What? You don't do that?

Well, then. AHEM. I don't do that, either. I just read about it somewhere.

I need to go study. Rumor has it that Fridays come right on the tail end of Thursdays.

I'm developing a twitch

I have been sitting in front of my computer for days on end, doing research and trying to get two major term papers written. So far, this is what I have written:


...


Yeah, I got nothing.

I do realize the grammatical EWW in that sentence, but what can you do? I'm on brain overload. If, for some reason, you feel the need to discuss early American linguistics with me, please know that I might just be compelled to throw something at you. Whatever is readily available. Like a CD or a pamphlet for Padre Island or maybe even my MLA handbook, even though it is shiny and silver and pretty and I use it all the time and if I lost it I might just pull my hair out so please don't make me throw it at you. K?

KTHX.

SEE? See what stress does to me? I just typed KTHX in all seriousness.

SRSLY.

My head might explode.

Even more helpful advice

This is purely hypothetical (or something). If you read the last post, you know what happens to one side of the face when one forgets the sunscreen to go to a baseball game. But let's just say that the next week, you happened to remember the sunscreen and feel all proud of yourself. You even remark, "Hey, I remembered my sunscreen today!" Here's some advice to remember... ALSO, PUT SOME ON THE ARMS AND NECK. That might be helpful. And much less painful. But if you don't remember to slather the sunscreen on the neck, under no circumstances should you SCRATCH the neck, even if it itches from the little hairs that won't stay up in the clip no matter how hard you try and then you really feel the urge to scratch. Just don't. Because OUCH.

Still no photos. Sorry.

I'm not wearing the half raccoon, though. Just a little more tan-ish in the facial area. Much better than red, if you ask me.

Ow. I just scratched my forearm. Note to self: invest in some SPF 50 and wear it always.

Helpful advice of the day

If, say, you are getting ready to go to watch your oldest child play baseball at 10 in the morning on a nice sunny day, it's probably not a good idea to look at your bottle of Mary Kay Day Solution with the SPF 25 and think, "Nah, I don't need it." Because you will be wrong. Dead wrong. And you will wear proof of the lack of SPF coverage for several days on JUST ONE side of your face. This is particularly important if you plan to wear sunglasses and if your bleachers do not provide sun exposure to both sides of your face equally. And also, if you do happen to make this mistake once, DO NOT FORGET AGAIN TWO WEEKS LATER!!! You will feel like a total doofus. Again.

That is all. There will be no photos. Sorry.

Decisions, decisions...

She can't decide which dress she wants to wear when we go to town (in about four hours). It all depends on which shoes go with which dress. She's quite the fashionista. She doesn't get that from me... I throw on my shorts and a clean T-shirt and go.


I call this next one "To color or watch TV? That is the question."

He can't quite keep his attention on one thing at a time. There are just way too many things to do and see!

If I start seeing giant spiders, we're moving

First, we were infested with rats that turned out to be giant mice.

Now, it appears we have been visited by Mothra:

Last night, while I was washing dishes, I spied Mothra here flittering around outside the back door. Actually, I heard it first - the sound of its wings on the window - and went to see what it was. I picked up the Tiny Man, who was standing nearby, and we watched Mothra fly around next to the outside porch light. Then I heard SuperDad ask me if I had the BB gun handy because there was a mouse under the kitchen table. I shot it, but only wounded it, so SuperDad had to bludgeon it with a shoe (MY shoe, to be exact). When he opened the back door to go throw the mouse out into the field, Mothra came into the house. It seemed to really like the lamp hanging from the ceiling, so SuperDad had to climb up in a chair and try to shoo it outside. It didn't want to go, so he had to grab it by the wings and took it outside, where he tossed it away, but it followed him back in the door and attached itself to his shirt. It is at this point I would have screamed if it were on MY shirt, but since it wasn't, I thought to myself "This would be a good photo for the blog," so I said "Wait! Let me get the camera!" So here I am, sharing yet another installation in the critter infestation story with my internet peeps. You're welcome.